Surprises

I walked with my brother
Across the street
Boyscouts cookies on hand.

Wind whispered to the blades of grass.
Dark clouds dressed the sky.
The scent of damp air wafted up our noses.
My sash full of buttons waved along my chest.
The fence creaked open from the force.
White paint revealed an ugly layer of the house.
A brownish grey color, mold forming in crevices.

"Are you sure you want to come here?"
I nodded.

Journeying from the fence to the stairs
Was difficult, at best.
Cracks and crevices encompassed our tiny feet

Creak, creak

A crack of thunder swallowed our ears.
I pushed the rusty doorbell.
A horrid singing noise sounded.
An echo ran through the house,
Leaving an everlasting impression on my mind.
Slow, heavy footsteps closed the distance
Between where they once were,
And two boyscouts.

My trembling hand reached into the wagon.
Thin Mints.

Thump, thump, thump

The steps were in sync with my fluttering heart
They were so close now,
The footsteps.
Each one louder, heavier, scarier.
We stood there
Holding the cookies.

Thump, thump, thump

Despite the cold,
Sweat was forming on my cheek bones.
The steps nearer than ever, now.
The twist of the heavy door knob forced me to cringe.
A squeak if the door
And it was open.

We peeped inti the crack
Attempting to register what was
Behind the monstrous door.
An unexpected jolt went down my body.
Two hands wrapped around my shoulders.

I looked in a frantic mess
But the darkness drowned my sight.

Whatever it was,
Whoever it was,
Took us in.